I don't know how people hate their parents.
At this exact moment I'm dealing with a complicated and stressful situation about my family. It makes me angry at them and I want to hate them and show my decades worth of frustration but at the same moment I just walked past a framed picture of my mom smiling and sitting on her back porch and in that moment I just think about how sweet she can be and how she won't be around forever.
I love them and I hate them and it's too much.
I know that few people will understand this post because most people have a simplistic view of family dynamics and think every household was as simple as theirs. Mine is not and was not. Honestly writing this paragraph is more of an obligation than an addition to my original point but it must be done.
My point is that for those who have had a different experience than that classic "American dream" style of a home life, I don't understand how they make up their mind that they're angry with their family. I respect their self assuredness. But I have none of it in myself. Because despite having a burning hatred and aching loneliness for the things I've been through, I know that deep down, my parents were just traumatized themselves and they did their best to raise their children. It is me who grew up and decided that it wasn't good enough. I guess I hate myself for that.
I love them and I hate them and it's too much.
I know that few people will understand this post because most people have a simplistic view of family dynamics and think every household was as simple as theirs. Mine is not and was not. Honestly writing this paragraph is more of an obligation than an addition to my original point but it must be done.
My point is that for those who have had a different experience than that classic "American dream" style of a home life, I don't understand how they make up their mind that they're angry with their family. I respect their self assuredness. But I have none of it in myself. Because despite having a burning hatred and aching loneliness for the things I've been through, I know that deep down, my parents were just traumatized themselves and they did their best to raise their children. It is me who grew up and decided that it wasn't good enough. I guess I hate myself for that.